Mr. Jordan was his name. I will never forget him. I was in the 10th grade and he was my Creative Writing teacher. It happened when I was falling back in class and I had always been a straight A student in the past. I was the last one out of his class so I started talking to him, not in a rush to get to lunch. I don’t know how I started to tell him, but I told him everything that was going on at my house. He looked at me and said “Jewels we have to tell someone”. He took me up to the school counselor and helped me tell her what was going on. She couldn’t really do anything about it, so that was the end of that. I thought “oh well. I’ll just go to jail for running away while on probation”. Sure enough, I got arrested that day for running away from my home. I was looking at 2-5 years locked up. In the back of my mind I heard Mr. Jordan’s voice saying “we have to tell someone”. That’s when I built up the courage to tell the judge what was happening at my house. If it weren’t for him telling me those words, I would be incarcerated. He changed my life. I am now focused of school and working my way up to be a heart surgeon. He was my angel disguised as a teacher. God bless him.